The first hour focusses on the day's news headlines, both Global and Gallifreyan in nature;

The second hour heralds the opening of the doors to the sultry snuggery that is Willow's Poetry Corner: we complete our enthralling excursion through the amazing wonder that is the late Terry Pratchett's Discworld: Death and his Young Apprentice come face-to-face for the first time since Albert's evocations using the Rite of AshkEnte in today's final instalment of Pratchett's 1987 marvel, 'Mort';

We tiptoe across the twilight-kissed lawn for a spot of sky-watching in Willow's Observatory: the telescope trains its viewfinder on the source of a cosmic neutrino;

The comfy cushions are scattered liberally across the deep-pile hearth rugs... the soft summer breeze, hued with hints of honeysuckle, whispers warmly through the open window... the teas and coffees, freshly brewing... as I welcome you into my humble yet peaceful abode.